Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 21

Wen Jianyan returned to the transparent room again.

Surrounded by strong light, countless large and small cameras surround it, like prying eyes.

【The next chapter will start in five minutes】

It was this familiar voice again, the familiar countdown.

Wen Jianyan thought that he would be more used to it, but when he saw this strange scene, he still felt anxious.

No progress at all...

He sighed, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and lowered his head to open his live broadcast interface.

The backpack contains two props.

[Xiaojie's teeth (difficult-level props in the dungeon of Decai Middle School) utility: Summons Xiaojie's hair to resist damage for one minute]

[Mr. Mirror (the epic-level item in the copy of Decai Middle School): Utility: ? 】

According to the information collected by Wen Jianyan during this period, the items above the difficulty level collected from the dungeon can be brought out and traded, and can be used even in the next dungeon—if it wasn’t for Decai Middle School now It has been closed, and the props in the business are too conspicuous, and Wen Jianyan has already shot them.

The apple seedlings above the backpack are lush.

【Apple Seedlings: LV1】

(Breaking the Flower of Falsehood: Developing)

(Fruit of Lies: Developing)

Wen Jianyan looked at the points balance in her account.

Well, yes, quite a lot.

As long as these points can be brought in, this time he won't be as embarrassed as last time, maybe he can still be comfortable...

Before Wen Jianyan's thought was over, the little assistant's lively voice rang in his ears again:

"The amount of points that an E-level anchor can bring into the copy is: 1000 points, please save the cost and try to survive!"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, it can only be exchanged for ten minutes of survival time.

What are you afraid of? !

Fist hardened.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What if the anchor is upgraded?"

The little assistant replied in a formulaic voice: "After the host is upgraded, although the difficulty of the dungeon will increase, the amount of points that can be brought into the dungeon will also increase!"

"Tips, only the points settled by the number of viewers can upgrade the streamer's level, and the points obtained from rewarding and completing tasks cannot work in this regard!"

"..."

It is really comprehensive, and there is no possibility of exploiting loopholes.

You guys are really good at business.

Outside the transparent walls, there are countless small lattice rooms hanging empty, and the anchors locked in them have different postures. Some anchors are leaning on the cubicle and close their eyes, while others are watching their live broadcasts like Wen Jianyan. On the interface, there were also some anchors who looked horrified and dazed, slapped the grid hard, and let out a silent scream.

It's like an absurd comedy shrunk to the size of a square.

The blood-red countdown was floating on the wall.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

[Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately. 】

An emotional female voice sounded:

【Our aim is to entertain to death! 】

*

Something is shaking.

A dull vibration came from the side, like the crunch of a tire running over a pebble.

Wen Jianyan frowned and opened her eyes.

He found himself sitting on an old bus, with a dizzying smell of oil floating in the air, dirty seats and blackout curtains, dim light, and vaguely seeing other seats not far away people.

"are you OK?"

A concerned female voice came from the side.

Wen Jianyan turned her head to look, and saw a girl in a blue and white dress with short hair sitting next to her, who was watching her with concern at the moment:

"Is it motion sickness?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

Wen Jianyan nodded, supported her head slightly in cooperation, and showed a slightly pale weak smile.

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced at the inside of the bus without a trace.

The entire bus was half full, and there should be less than twenty people.

It is impossible for so many people to be the anchors. It should be a mix of NPCs and anchors.

Some anchors are easy to recognize, for example, because they dress too abruptly and fashionably, or they look really different - either too nervous or too calm.

But some people have difficulty distinguishing whether it is an anchor or an NPC from the appearance.

Just like Wen Jianyan.

The clothes he wore in the dungeon this time were ordinary black trousers and a white shirt. He was dressed in a classic style, which was timeless, and it was difficult to determine which faction he came from by relying on his clothes.

After looking around for a week, Wen Jianyan quickly found Su Cheng who entered the dungeon with him.

The other party is sitting by the window at the moment, with his back to himself, and seems to be looking out the window.

After confirming the other party's location, Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and touched her bulging pocket—something cold and heavy, like a mobile phone, was touched by her fingertips.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

OK, smart phone.

The battery is full, but there is no signal.

The screen of the phone can be unlocked with his fingerprint. After unlocking, a message pops up on the screen:

【Identify card】

Name: Zhao Chengyi

Age: 23

Occupation: Practical Nurse in Fukang Private General Hospital

Related Story: Not yet unlocked

[Initial survival time allocation...]

"Just hold on, we should be there soon."

The girl obviously misunderstood his intention to take out his mobile phone, she fanned Wen Jianyan with her hand, and said comfortably: "I didn't expect that Fukang Hospital is so far away from the city... Sigh, but we interns Nurses have no choice, what can they do?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at the female NPC beside her and smiled at her:

"Thank you, I'm much better."

Under the gaze of the other party, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, and she turned her eyes away a little: "No, it's okay, we are all classmates."

Wen Jianyan leaned slightly closer, and the smile on her lips became even stronger: "Since it's still a while before we arrive at the hospital, why don't we chat."

With the launch of the broadcast, the [Integrity First] live broadcast room became active.

"Oh oh oh! The dog liars are starting to release their charms again!"

"Damn, why isn't I the one who is being talked to by my wife, and I really want to be the one who is approached!"

"Hahahahaha, am I the only one who noticed this? The anchor's identity this time is an intern nurse. It will be difficult for him to pretend to be an intern this time."

"Yes, I have to suspect that the live broadcast room deliberately let him enter this dungeon in order to avenge the last arrow."

"Nice job!"

"I want to watch him roll over, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Soon, the body of the bus shook slightly, and the speed gradually slowed down until it finally stopped.

With the hoarse and harsh sound of the handbrake, the car body staggered to a stop.

The driver at the front turned his head, his face was particularly stiff and rigid under the light, and a pair of cloudy eyes stared at everyone in the bus:

"Fukang Hospital is here, everyone, get out of the car."

The NPC and the anchor in the front row stood up first and left the bus one after another.

Through the dusty bus window, Wen Jianyan looked out.

It was already late, and the surroundings were pitch black and silent. Looking around, except for a crooked dirt road, the surroundings were almost deserted, and the headlights on the bus became the only light source in the darkness.

A small hospital stood in front of it. The old-fashioned building looked very old. The white and miserable walls were peeled off, revealing the earth-black walls. The signs on the outside looked mottled and blurred, but they were enough for Wen Jianyan to tell the difference. The text above -

【Fukang Private General Hospital】

It was dark all around, which made the old hospital in front of him look particularly gloomy.

Just as everyone got out of the car one after another, suddenly, someone suddenly burst into flames. He turned and rushed in the direction of the driver, staring at him with bloodshot and crazy eyes, and his pale fingers tightly grasped the driver's arm. Under the opponent's obstruction, he still stretched toward the steering wheel reluctantly:

"No, no no no... I, I don't want to go in!"

He seemed to be talking nonsense from being overly nervous: "Please, drive, I, I, I don't want to get out of the car! I don't want to get out of the car!"

Judging from his studded trousers and trendy cockscomb head, this person should be a streamer, and he should be a novice streamer who is entering the dungeon for the first time.

Many anchors have come to see this, and just glanced at it and got out of the car.

Several NPCs approached with concern, both comforting and persuading, as if they really thought that the other party would only have such an exaggerated reaction because they were not used to the internship life.

The driver was even more impatient: "Hurry up, get out of the car quickly, don't waste my time, I will be responsible for putting you down, and the rest will be ignored."

Finally, the struggling rookie anchor got out of the car.

The bus jolted away behind the crowd, leaving only a string of raised dust.

He shrank alone at the back of the team, with a pale face lowered, muttering something in his mouth, looking terrified and frightened.

Soon, a woman in a nurse's uniform walked out of the hospital.

Her figure is thin, her face has deep lines and ravines, she is about fifty years old, her eyes are mean and cold, and there are nameplates on her clothes.

Xue Mingyan is the head nurse of Fukang Hospital.

"Why are you here so late?" She raised her thin, shriveled eyelids and glanced at the slack crowd in front of her with a cold gaze, her brows furrowed in disgust: "Hurry up, go change your clothes, there are not enough manpower, if you continue Delaying time, believe it or not, I will make a note in your internship handbook?"

Xue Mingyan waved as if chasing flies, and pointed them in the direction: "On the first floor, hurry up!"

*

In the dressing room, nurse uniforms that fit the body type are ready.

Wen Jianyan pulled the curtain, then reached out and took out the mobile phone from her pocket. The last line of the text message was still:

[Initial survival time allocation...]

It seems that only when the plot is officially triggered, like the last time he met Xu Yuan in the dormitory, the initial survival time can be allocated to his own account.

This at least shows that during this time, the anchor should still be safe.

At this moment, Xue Mingyan's impatient voice came from outside the door:

"are you done?"

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses: "here we come."

As he answered with a loud voice, he lowered his head, and quickly unbuttoned his buttons. The collar of his shirt was loose and opened, revealing his slender collarbone. Under the dim light, his skin was white as if glowing, his chest and abdomen were firm, and he moved. The graceful muscular lines are faintly visible.

The sudden benefit made the live broadcast room explode, and all the audience became excited.

"I didn't expect that, this dog liar is really in good shape."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah

"I'm so beautiful with my body and lines. Is there still a bed warmer at home for the anchor? I'll be able to work today [reward points 50]"

"Hurry up, keep going, this is what our paying viewers should watch! [100 reward points]"

Wen Jianyan didn't know anything about what was going on in his live broadcast room.

He changed his clothes as quickly as possible, and the blue nurse uniform assigned by the hospital was quickly pulled down, covering the young man's beautiful body lines, strong chest, narrow waist, white dazzling skin, It all disappeared in a blink of an eye.

There was a wailing in the barrage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

"Take it off again, the child really didn't see enough!"

"When the anchor can change the direction of the live broadcast, let's be a showy anchor, I will definitely buy it!"

Wen Jianyan put her phone in her pocket, opened the curtain and walked out.

The nurse station in Fukang Private General Hospital is not very large. The dirty walls are white and green, and there are a few old desks, chairs and cabinets. After being squeezed in by more than a dozen trainee nurses, it looks a bit crowded.

A wall clock hangs above the wall, the hands moving slowly and ticking.

——Looks like ten o'clock at night is about ten minutes away.

Su Cheng stood not far from Wen Jianyan, but the two never greeted each other from beginning to end.

Before entering the dungeon, Wen Jianyan told him to try not to reveal the fact that they are familiar with each other in the dungeon. Teammates, strategize their actions.

After all, with Wen Jianyan's current state of hatred of several people, in addition to ghosts, he also needs to beware of other anchors at any time.

"correct……"

The girl who had chatted up with Wen Jianyan on the bus came over and asked with concern:

"How are you feeling now? Are you still dizzy?"

When he was in the car earlier, Wen Jianyan had already put out a lot of information.

This girl is called Cheng Mei, and she is a classmate with her ID card, and she is also an intern nurse at Fukang Hospital.

She is a local. Although she has never been to the outskirts of the city where the hospital is located, she has vaguely heard rumors of Fukang Hospital.

It is said that this place is a bit evil. There have been many strange things in the hospital, and the death rate is ridiculously high. As a result, there are few patients here. Few people are willing to come to Fukang Hospital to see a doctor. Suddenly want to receive a batch of trainee nurses.

"Maybe it's because the number of patients suddenly increased?"

Cheng Mei guessed.

Wen Jianyan nodded thoughtfully: "Maybe."

While the two were talking, Xue Mingyan walked into the duty room. She clapped her hands, and the room that had been buzzing immediately became quiet. Pairs of eyes looked over with fear, anxiety, or ignorance.

Under everyone's attention, Xue Mingyan cleared her throat and began to lecture the trainee nurse in front of her.

From the rules in the hospital, to the discipline of the internship, the distribution of grades, and so on...

Finally, after three minutes, she stopped speaking.

Xue Mingyan picked up the cup and moistened her throat, and began to introduce the topic: "Although today is your first day of practice, Fukang Hospital is short of staff, so tonight you will be participating in the night shift patrol, so please be kind to me. Come on, don't be lazy, understand?"

She raised her thin fingers, pointed to the clock, and continued.

"The first round of patrols starts at ten o'clock in the evening and ends within two hours. Return to the first floor to gather, and then I will assign you the next round of patrol tasks.

You can go to your respective floors to get acquainted first. If there is a patient ringing the bell, maybe you need something, you must arrive as soon as possible. If there is an emergency that cannot be handled, come to the nurse station to find me, do you hear? "

"Yes……"

"clear……"

A sparse answer sounded.

Xue Mingyan squinted her eyes and looked around the intern nurse in front of her, and began to assign work: "You, you, and you, and you, go to the second floor."

"You three, and I are on the first floor."

"You two, go to the fourth floor."

Her gaze turned to Wen Jianyan's direction, and a pair of mean gray eyes narrowed slightly behind the lenses: "You, and the two next to you, go to the first floor."

Soon, all trainee nurses' patrol floors were assigned.

Cheng Mei and two other people were assigned to the third floor, while Wen Jianyan, Su Cheng, and another NPC were assigned to the negative floor.

After the floor assignment ended, a familiar voice rang in the ears of all the anchors:

【Allocation of survival time completed】

"This dungeon is an ordinary time-limited dungeon, with a duration of nine hours.

(Survival from 10 pm to 7 am to clear the customs)”

Immediately afterwards, after reciting the method of obtaining the anchor points, the voice said passionately: "The audience is God, and the popularity is everything! Please fight for your live broadcast room!"

Wen Jianyan and the three walked along the dimly lit corridor.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

The blood-red countdown has begun.

【59:01】

Good guy, the initial survival time this time is actually a full hour!

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

It tripled!

Although it was still a drop in the bucket compared to nine hours, after the last 20-minute hell difficulty start, he was a little moved by seeing this extremely normal initial survival time.

"Not bad, although the initial survival time is not long this time, but at least not twenty minutes!"

"Congratulations to the anchor for clearing the Lucky E stigma!"

"But the rollover anchor can't be set down. After all, if Lucky E rolled over, it's a form of rollover!"

"Anyway! It's gratifying, it's earth-shattering!"

The corridor is deep and empty, the doors of the wards on both sides are all closed, and it is dark inside, without the slightest sound and light, like silent eye sockets, fixedly watching the person coming.

The smell of disinfectant was in the air.

On the mottled and faded wall, there are pictures of doctors' recommendations. Under the dim light, their smiles are the same, and even the curvature of the corners of their mouths is very similar, which is particularly vague and empty.

The sound of the three people's footsteps echoed in the corridor. The further forward they walked, the stronger the invisible, spine-chilling pressure, the more heart-wrenching and spine-chilling.

"Um... so how long do we have to go?"

The temperature in the air gradually became gloomy and cold, Su Cheng shivered uncomfortably and asked.

"Didn't the head nurse just say? There is a special elevator to the negative floor."

As the NPC walked forward, he replied unconsciously, as if he didn't notice that they were walking away from the crowd: "Don't worry, it should be ahead."

Soon, the three of them turned the corner of the corridor. Not far away, under the gloomy light, a mottled and old elevator door appeared in front of them. It looked larger than an ordinary elevator. Under the light, it presents a dull iron-grey color, which inexplicably gives an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

There is a sign hanging on it: [Special elevator, not for idlers]

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and looked at the map posted on the wall, which marked the architectural layout of the entire Fukang Hospital:

On the fifth floor, the dean's room and conference room.

Fourth floor, operating room

3rd Floor, Obstetrics and Gynecology Ward

Second Floor, Radiology and Archives

1st Floor, Lobby, Emergency Ward

His gaze moved down inch by inch, and the ominous premonition in his heart gradually came true——

Negative first floor: Morgue

Wen Jianyan: "………………"

The huge iron-grey elevator doors in front of them stared at them coldly, as if they were silently exuding a gloomy aura.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"So you are this kind of special elevator!!"

"For corpses, die laughing."

"I remember that during the first round of patrols in this dungeon, the negative floor was the place with the highest mortality rate. Basically, few of the anchors who were sent out survived."

"Absolutely, it's such a dangerous place. I feel that the previous conjecture seems a little wrong. Wait, I will go to the live broadcast room of other anchors to see how long they have survived."

"I'm going, I'm going too."

"Take me one!"

"I'm back, and I see two hours and three hours of initial duration here."

"I just came back from next door, and I have five hours left over there. I'm very lucky."

"It's also three hours here."

"and this……"

Soon, the audience in the live broadcast room came back, and after correcting the survival time of the anchors in all the dungeons, everyone fell into silence:

"..."

Well, it was a little early to congratulate you just now.

so……

In the end, you are the least! ! ! !